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| Adieu a heart fond warm, adieu |
3-4 |
4 |
| Come rouze brother sportsmen the hunters all cry |
4 |
5 |
| Topsail shivers in the wind, The |
5 |
4 |
| My bonny sailor's won my mind |
5-6 |
3 |
| Taylor I once was as blith as e'er need be |
6-7 |
6 |
| Echoing horn calls the sportsmen abroad, The |
7 |
4 |
| Young Molly who lives at the foot of a hill |
7-8 |
7 |
| As bringing home the other day |
8-9 |
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| Cobler there was, and he liv'd in a stall. A |
9-10 |
7 |
| It was summer so softly the breezes were blowing |
10 |
5 |
| What pleasure can compare, to a sleighing with the fair |
11 |
5 |
| Dusky night rides down the sky, The |
12 |
6 |
| O Sandy, why leav'st thou thy Nelly to mourn? |
12-13 |
4 |
| Three daughters I have, and as prettily made |
13 |
4 |
| Bra' John' a Bure was a bonny muckle man |
14 |
4 |
| Return, enraptur'd hours |
15 |
3 |
| O the days when I was young |
16 |
3 |
| Cease, rude Boreas, blust'ring railer! |
17-18 |
9 |